Most people say this, but this is a true story of when I went from "curious" to realizing I was a submissive cock lover..
The door closed behind her, and I swung open my laptop.
"Finally," I muttered as I heard my girlfriend's car door open then shut.
The screen brightened and the laptop booted up as she pulled down the driveway. Friday nights were mine. She worked at a bar, and wouldn't be home for a good six hours.
Most nights when she worked I would browse through the pages of tasty looking cocks and stroke my own. I would cum, wipe up, and put on a movie as I waited for my girlfriend to come home. Then I would fuck her senseless as I thought about those stiff rods, wondering if they got any action.
"Did people actually meet up, or is this just a bunch of fakers posting," I muttered as I started my usual Friday routine.
Well I guess that is what I am
, I thought, since I never contacted anyone either. I had heard guys like me called lurkers. Whatever, it works for me.
I selected the "image only" filter and opened ad after ad as I rubbed my shorts. Finally, I pulled my hips up and pulled the shorts down. I rubbed my sack and tickled my hold as I admired one particularly huge dick. Pre cum glistened from its tip, just like the first drops that oozed from my own.
My cock ached it was so stiff, but I liked to look for a while before touching it, so I kept rubbing my sack. I had the whole night, I didn't want to cum too quick.
I opened another ad, to my suprise this person said they were in my neighborhood. I looked at the first pic, a view of his cock from the top. Nice, average length but nice and thick.
I opened the next one. He must have used a mirror, as the view was from behind. He pulled his cheeks apart, and his sack hung low. "Mmm," I thought as I slide my hand over my piece. "This will be the one that gets me off."
My eyes went down from his sack to the tip of his cock, I and I jumped up when I noticed what was out the window on the other side of him. It was my building! Someone less than a hundred yards away was hard as a rock and begging for a blow job!
Looking back now, I'm surprised the next steps didn't take longer. Meeting another man is a big deal, there is no going back. But I guess I was ready. I had fantasized about this for so long that I didn't' even think, I just acted. "Yes," I whispered to myself.
As if controlled by someone else, my finger pushed the cursor over the "reply" button and I typed. This was the first time I had done this, and after hitting send I closed my email. I panicked.
I hope he doesn't reply
. But I had to know, so I opened my email again. There was a message. I was both thrilled and terrified.
I opened the message from biguy1980.
Sounds good. Now?
The message said. That's it. Is that how these things happen? Three words? I had written that I was in his area and while I had no experience, I wanted to try playing with a cock. I gave him my stats, and a body pic. And based on that, this guy wanted to meet. This was going so fast.
I got hesitant, and thought about how awkward it would be to meet with a guy. I had thought about touching a cock, maybe even more, but never thought about how it started.
I don't have to kiss him, do I? Do I have to talk to him? That would be so awkward!
He probably won't be into what I have to say, but I wanted to at least reply. So I wrote- Not into talking or anything, prefer to walk into a dark room, no eye contact. You pull it out and I give you a nice hand job, then leave. Sound good?
I was sure he would be bored by that, so I leaned back and started at my email. A few minutes passed, and I felt disappointed.
Then a message popped up, and I again went back to terror.
Sounds good. Here is my address, he wrote.
Holy shit. This could happen. I'm not sure what drove me to do it, but I wrote back- see you in 5 minutes.
I ventured across the street, and as we planned out over email, found his door unlocked. It creaked open and I poked my head in.
"Hello?" I asked, violating my own no talking rule.
"Back here," he said.
I found him lounging on a couch, his hand in his shorts. I could see a huge bulge as his hand worked up and down.
I put my head down and avoided his face. I walked over to him, and looked down. Something was driving me to keep going, though my heart pounded.
"Kneel down," he said.
Without responding I kneeled down, took a deep breath, and reached for his shorts. He lifted his hips and pulled them down. His cock popped out and stood straight up before me. My pounded even harder, and I was short of breath.
"All yours," he said as he let go it of it.
I stared at it for a moment, then my hand reached out and grabbed it. It felt so good. It was warm and thick, and incredibly hard. As if my hand had its own instincts, it started to slide up and down as I watched myself jerk my first dick.
He leaned back and moaned. "Nice," he said. "Keep going."
I did, and somehow he got even harder. I picked up the pace, and saw pre cum ooze out. I watched in fascination. I had a cock in my hand, and I was servicing a complete stranger. And I loved it.
I leaned closer to get a better look.
"Kiss it," he said.
My head popped up. "What?"
"You'll love it, kiss it. Lick my tip."
"But in my email I wrote..."
"I know, but you are here now. Don't worry, I'll tell you before I cum."
I looked back down at his dick. I have to admit my mouth was watering the whole time, but I hadn't planned on this. I had fantasies, sure, but never thought I would actually do it
. Just give a hand job
, I had told myself. It will be fun, experiment a little, but nothing serious.
But now I had a big cock in front of me.
This might be the only time I do this
, I thought. And this guy is married and said he was discreet. I guess I could try it.
There is a big difference between touching a cock and kissing one,
I told myself. But my curiosity won.
I lowered my mouth and put my lips on his head.
It's just skin, no problem
